Chuckles

As the ship roars in flight, stars filled the vast darkness of space with tiny diamonds of light above it. The wings of the ship were kept at a constant level and made the ship soar across the sky. Other ships flew over head and sent fire down upon the ship, making it shake and shutter but never lose position. It was not his ship but this was as close to home as the Captain could get. His helmet kept a steady supply of oxygen as it glistened off the hues of the ship. His blue suit held firm against his body, warmth was at its greatest for Falcon. His yellow gloves and boots did the same while giving him grip to stand in the changing balance of the ship. He then stepped forward with a quick jolt and smiled at the opponent in front of him. With a polite salute, he was ready for a battle. He said nothing, but his thoughts were all in his eyes. This battle would be different then most which is, and always was, a good thing.

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